Memory is a funny thing that can remain perfectly hidden for years or even decades until unexpectedly triggered by a photo, a song, a scent, or even a taste. I vividly recall an incident from years past, during a church ordination service where my father was to be ordained as a deacon.
Unaware of the ceremony's significance, I, like
other children, opted for outdoor play. While the service continued, I
frolicked with fellow kids, oblivious to the event's importance. Why stay in
church when there's the freedom to play?
Little did I know, the designated singer wasn't
performing well. An observant elder, aware of my fondness for singing,
dispatched an uncle to fetch me. When he reached me playing, he scooped me up,
resembling an abduction. I refrained from screaming because he carried me into
the church, not stopping until we reached the altar.
I found myself in a state of confusion as I
couldn't comprehend why he led me to the altar. The congregation remained standing
as I entered, and my presence captured the notice of the sizable crowd. Some
were murmuring, and others were chuckling, all the while keeping their gaze
fixed on me. I stood there, perplexed, turning in various directions with a
bewildered expression on my face.
When handed the microphone for singing, my mind
went blank, rendering me unable to recall any song. Singing casually at home
vastly differed from performing in front of a sizable audience. My heart raced,
and both my hands and legs trembled as I fidgeted.
Facing a crowd has consistently posed a
difficulty, and it remains so; however, with accumulated experience, I've
become more adept at it. Initially, shaky hands and voices marked the start,
but gradually, they stabilized, at times becoming imperceptible to the
audience. This progression has been instrumental in conquering stage fright.
Holding the microphone with both hands, I was
shaking profusely, but surprisingly, the baby gown I wore didn't contribute to
the trembling; it seemed to offer support, concealing any visible signs. I
began singing without a clear recollection of how it started, moving through
the first, second, and third songs until a river of melodies flowed from within
me.
Confidence replaced fear, and as for the
audience, their initial uncertainty transformed into amazement, culminating in
thunderous applause.
That day marked the planting of a seed in my
life—the longing to continually explore new endeavors provided there's a
platform and a robust support system. Unfortunately, not everyone offers
support, compliments, or encouragement for positive actions.
I am infinitely grateful for those who stood by
me, providing support. Paradoxically, strength also emerged from those who did
not support me. Acknowledging that I wouldn't have come this far without
assistance, I recognize that much of my progress is a result of someone
recognizing a potential trait and nurturing it. Their belief in me serves as a
constant motivation, compelling me to strive for excellence and not disappoint
their trust.
While self-belief is crucial, the tangible
impact of support materializes when you become not just the first but the most
ardent cheerleader for yourself. The stronger your belief and confidence in
your abilities, the more significant the outcomes.
Nevertheless, even minimal support can have a
substantial impact. Count yourself blessed when friends, family, colleagues, or
significant others offer support and encouragement in your endeavors. Their
backing, no matter how modest, can go a long way in shaping your journey.
That's why I constantly seek out those who share
similarities with me—individuals who might need that extra push. Many have
gifts they're unaware of, and when they're willing and available, there's
nothing they can't achieve.
While I appreciate when others uplift me, there's a special joy in cheering for those who were once in a similar position. Helping others improve in their pursuits brings me immense satisfaction.
While I enjoy standing out among my peers, witnessing numerous
others standing out brings even greater joy. The collaboration of unique
individuals with diverse gifts creates a vibrant and colorful tapestry of
shared success.
As a chorister, the joy of singing intensifies
during duets or when multiple parts harmonize, creating angelic sounds. Singing
with my brother or sister brings a unique feeling; it seems I can sing alone,
but the resonance is never as captivating.
To my dear friends, never hesitate to express
kind words. Your encouragement might be the crucial motivation someone needs to
persist when contemplating giving up. Remind them why their efforts are worth
continuing.
Don't assume they already know their worth;
vocalize your appreciation. Celebrating and validating those you love and
support can make them feel wonderful and inspired to keep pursuing their
passions.
In conclusion, this narrative underscores the lasting impact of supportive communities and personal encouragement in navigating life's challenges.
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